our song


When you came, you were like red wine and honey,
And the taste of you burnt my mouth with its sweetness.
Now you are like morning bread,
Smooth and pleasant.
I hardly taste you at all for I know your savour,
But I am completely nourished.

Amy Lowell

silent smooth boy will soon be bigger then us girls. the most difficult one to get here by far.  his ages two to twelve is dream. twenty two awaits. 


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